Nigeria, March 15 -- There is a certain species of complaint now roaming our homes, offices, campuses, and timelines. It is loud, fragile, convinced, and permanently aggrieved. It wants comfort without labour, applause without apprenticeship, money without patience, relevance without substance, and leadership without having first learned how to carry even the small weight of responsibility. This is the generation many now call entitled. The Indomie generation. Instant noodles for an instant age. Boil water, tear sachet, stir, swallow, and move on. No planting. No waiting. No stubborn romance with process.

This description is harsh, yes. But it did not fall from the sky.

The first mistake we make is to speak of "this generation" as thou...